Sunday, January 1, 2012

My Emerald Christmas Tree

My Christmas tree has
only green lights; not
through planning on my part
but through fate’s loving hand

The Christmas tree looks
At me
Through emerald lenses

I am bathed in green light:
The smile on my face,
The twinkle of my eyes,
is reflected in
Green ornament balls
And the garlands of time

I fly away in a green rainbow
To places only I have seen
Inside my emerald Christmas tree

Utopia is an individual
Which is why it is so
Difficult to visit
through means common to all

By Homeless with a Laptop, That is My Name

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